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CLVI.

Thou movest--but increasing with the advance,[525] Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise, Deceived by its gigantic elegance-- Vastness which grows, but grows to harmonize--[po] All musical in its immensities; Rich marbles, richer painting--shrines where flame[pp] The lamps of gold--and haughty dome which vies In air with Earth's chief structures, though their frame Sits on the firm-set ground--and this the clouds must claim.